Out in the Dark over the hills
An innocent wanders
Lost and Alone
The cold wind blows
Fast as the night is slow
Steathily the evil hunts
No place to hide
When the lamp goes out
Below the imposing boulders
or up in those gnarly trees
Is there sanctuary for a prey-to-be
Then my haunting demon and I
Face each other
So near, Yet far
Fear pounds in my ears
Drums in the Dark
Ba-Da-Boom!
Oh!How weak is the sight?
Without a flame of light
My phantom slithers around
Swifter than the swiftest hound
All voices in my head drowns
Ba-Da-Boom...
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Dua Nouman
I write what I can't say out loud-raw thoughts, untold stories and emotions that demand to be felt. If you're here, you're meant to read something real.
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This felt so relatable! Loved this so much!
Is the phantom internal?